The Emperor Pill had shattered, and Hun Tiandi's thousand-year scheme had come to nothing. Strategically speaking, this was undoubtedly a victory for the Allied Army. Yet not a trace of joy could be found on the faces of those hovering above the wreckage of this shattered continent.
The aftershocks of the Energy Storm finally began to subside, leaving only devastation in their wake. The once-grand Heavenly Flame Plaza had been reduced to fragments. Only the stone statue of the Tou She Ancient God still stood silently in the center of the void, a faint and mysterious glow flowing across its surface.
Hun Tiandi, the Nihility Devouring Flame, and Ye Luoli had long since taken advantage of the chaos and the storm's cover to flee deep into the Spatial Turbulence, vanishing without a trace. News also came from the outside world through special means: after paying a considerable price, the allied forces of the Soul Clan and the Natural Realm had successfully activated the reserved spatial array and withdrawn from the main battlefield in the Black Corner Region.
But Liuli, who had made all of this possible, had seemingly vanished from the world without a trace.
Though no one wanted to think in the worst possible direction, nor dared to, reason cruelly reminded them that surviving an explosion at whose core even a Nine-star Dou Saint had to avoid its edge was almost impossible.
Xiao Yan stood near the stretch of void where Liuli had vanished, broken bedrock beneath his feet. It was as though he had lost all strength. His legs gave out, and with a thud, he heavily dropped to his knees. His back, once always held ramrod straight, seemed to lose all its pride in an instant and bent down.
He lowered his head, black hair falling over